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Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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Chapter 1262

Alan's expression was cold. "Just don't take it lightly." "I understand."

Alan lit a cigarette and gazed at the stars. "Mr. Maxwell has been in a bad mood these days. Comfort

him more so that he doesn't have another episode." "Alright."

Before he even finished his cigarette, the last woman was sent out. Alan extinguished his cigarette and

exchanged a glance with Wayne. "Is it over already?”

He had someone escort the women away and then entered the room himself. Wayne's collar was wide

open, revealing several noticeable lipstick marks. Yet, his face was as stormy as a cloudy sky.

"What kind of trash did you get for me?" he asked.

Not only did he feel nothing, but he was also disgusted.

"Mr. Maxwell, what kind of women do you like? Tell me clearly so that we can find someone suitable for

you." "Someone married and with children!"

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Alan was speechless. "Does she also need to know medical techniques?" "That would be best."

It was almost as if he was about to name Olivia directly. Alan sighed. “I'll do my best." "And her?"

"She's been at the Royal Hospital all day. She's probably still there."

Wayne just left a remark, "Call me when you find someone." The next moment, he walked away.

Ike shrugged. "Don't bother looking. Even if we bring him Miss Universe, she still won't catch his eye."

In all the years Alan and Ike had been working for Wayne, when had they seen him take a particular

interest in a woman? This woman was the first. Given his obsessive nature, once he genuinely fell for

someone, that person might not be able to escape.

"But Ms. Ophelia is already married." "That's why Mr. Maxwell is still rational enough to look for

substitutes. But if the substitutes don't satisfy him and he loses his rationality, do you think he'll break

his chains and claim her for himself?”

What was impossible for others didn't mean it was impossible for Wayne. After all, he grew up in a

harsh and dirty environment.

Others might climb to their positions through family connections, wealth, and various support. He was

different. He made it through sheer ruthlessness and resilience.

Rules and morals didn’t matter as much as survival. To him, surviving was instinctual.

Initially, it was about surviving. Then, it became about power.

After achieving that, the next step would likely be to fulfill his desires.

Wayne hurried to the Royal Hospital and saw Olivia surrounded by venerable figures. They were all

significantly older than her.

They made detailed notes while wearing reading glasses and holding notebooks and pens.

Grant politely raised his hand. "Ms. Ophelia, could you slowly explain why you're adding this herb?

Doesn't it conflict with the others?"

Olivia patiently explained the dean's question, enlightening everyone. They looked at her with

admiration.

"Ms. Ophelia, you're still so young. Your future is boundless! May I ask who your mentors are?"

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Olivia replied, "I've had more than one teacher. I'm just a novice and dare not mention my esteemed

mentors' names, for fear of disgracing them." "You're being too modest, Ms. Ophelia." "Yes, indeed.

Such a talented and humble junior is rare."

After a round of compliments, Olivia stood up and stated, "I need to prepare some meds, so I'm afraid I

can't continue." "The president's illness is important. Please proceed."

Olivia nodded and entered the pharmacy, which housed thousands of herbal medicines. It was pretty

comprehensive.

She murmured to herself, "Cassia seeds, Gastrodia, Notopterygium, Angelica..."

She looked up at the drawer that stored Angelica above her head. She had to stand on tiptoes to open

it.

Suddenly, someone behind her effortlessly opened the drawer. Wayne's tall figure loomed over her

petite one. He grabbed a handful of Angelica, looked down, and asked her, "How much do you need?"